Free form
I saw a star fall: the most beautiful of them all, tumbling with a grace that signaled eternity, knowing, somehow, that that star would be me.
Exploding out of nowhere and into nothing. Like a vision seen only through the lens of your heart. Beating, with every beat further apart.
And yet I knew it would never be me. Hopes nor dreams; wishing for a wish; fishing in a motionless stream with an iron cast or with destiny's string. Waiting, and waiting, and waiting...
And I heard through a whisper meant only to me, how the day is the voice of our intimacy, and the night is the soul that sings to be free. And every star is a pinhole in liberty; our lives, our vision of tragedy.
And that is why we fall up like lightning, the reason we wince when we face what is frightening, we look when our fears and failures are blinding. It's the light and the birds and our bodies reminding: be poet or pauper, whatever your kind, sing.
Exploding out of nowhere and into nothing. Like a vision seen only through the lens of your heart. Beating, with every beat further apart.
And yet I knew it would never be me. Hopes nor dreams; wishing for a wish; fishing in a motionless stream with an iron cast or with destiny's string. Waiting, and waiting, and waiting...
And I heard through a whisper meant only to me, how the day is the voice of our intimacy, and the night is the soul that sings to be free. And every star is a pinhole in liberty; our lives, our vision of tragedy.
And that is why we fall up like lightning, the reason we wince when we face what is frightening, we look when our fears and failures are blinding. It's the light and the birds and our bodies reminding: be poet or pauper, whatever your kind, sing.